Ted's Ethnography Poem

The Charge of Room 2009
by Ted D.

Twenty-three tweens marched into camp
With fears of grammar and writer’s cramp

Yet they charged with grace into room 2009
Each student unique, each brain divine.

No one’s as clever as Chloe Chow
Cedric is crazy, but we don’t know just how

She wakes up at noon; she’s Teya Romero
Alec is active, shoots a bow and arrow

Jhana's scar warns of jumping fences
Mariah’s writing, majestic, uses all of her senses

Peter’s the pepper of the brothers Sosa
Paul lurks behind bushes; don’t get no closa!

He’s as nice as a pony, that literate Nathan
But does he eat macaroni, like his neighbor, Mathan?

Naima insists that she is not noisy
While that jokester, Joseph, says he’s from Boise.

Kristin Masada’s as sweet as a kitten
Hannah’s half happy, but wait till she’s written!

Look up “awesome”; you’ll find Andrew Mutsalklisana
Techno tune Tim likes his clubs hot as a sauna

Alisa’s artistic, painting landscapes with moose
Oh, I get it, Justin: Tang is a Juice!

Jeffrey likes convenience, computers, and jello
Meghan’s musical, plays the fiddle and cello

Katia’s a treat; she’s a Nestle Kit Kat
Rebekah’s radiant, loathed by nocturnal bat.

I’ve saved Lyla for last; she’s always so lucky!
Where’s Lauren and Nicole? Probably playing hooky!

But they’ll come in, pick up paper and pen,
And like the rest, compose meaningful zen.

For writing is thinking, for expressing rejoice,
When you’re taught - thank goodness! - by Ted and Lelalois.